wis·dom
/ˈwizdəm/
noun
the quality of having experience, knowledge, and good judgment; the quality of being wise.
Narnia had always been a free country, until she came along. Jadis was the devil in disguise, and she brought to the kingdom an eternal...
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"My life as a child did not prepare me for the fact that the world is full of cruel and bitter things." - J. Robert Oppenheimer
Narnia, 2557.
The last thing that came to Olivia's mind was Lucy being in Narnia.
Maybe it should've entered at some point: if Eustace and Jill could be in Narnia, why couldn't the others? But, it was just so much happening at the same time; Olivia couldn't bring herself to imagine that.
Deep down, Olivia knew it was because she didn't want to give herself hope (not that she would ever admit it to herself).
Still, there she was: Lucy Pevensie, with her hair tied in a braid and wearing a maroon standard Narnian dress, smirking at Olivia from across the room. The others went silent, watching as they stared at each other, waiting with curiosity shining in their eyes.
Olivia knew her mouth was open, jaw hanging as she stammered, trying to find words which suddenly seemed to flee her. Like an invisible string controlling her actions, Olivia slowly stood, hand reaching out for Lucy, walking towards the little girl she watched grow into a courageous woman.
Lucy ignored the rush of emotions tumbling in her mind and engulfed Olivia in a tight hug, the warrior Queen resting her head on Lucy's surprisingly tall shoulders. Now that she was older, she was much taller.
They both wanted to cry, yell, hug, do so much at once, but they had to keep it under control, at least when the Narnians were watching.
After some rough minutes, they gently split the hug, arms lingering on the shoulders of the other, face-to-face. Olivia opened her mouth to speak but found it closed when she felt the complex sensation of several eyes anticipating her next words.
"I think we should go on a walk."
Lucy looked at the crowd gathering in the safe house. "I agree."
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They stayed in silence for a long time until they found themselves a fair distance from the curious Narnians, promising to return with some freshly picked fruits. Olivia was craving some blueberries anyway, and just like pomegranates, they grew avidly during spring.
That awkward silence was bugging them both, clawing their stomachs inside and making both of them nauseous. Questions, mysteries, curiosity, all hanging in the air, the two girls pretending not to see it.
Lucy wasn't direct like Eustace had been. She had a calm and delicate approach, and before you knew it, you were spilling your heart out to her. So, unlike with Eustace, Olivia didn't know how to prepare.
"Have you seen the others?" Olivia asked with a shiver, rubbing her covered arms as the gentle breeze of spring brushed past them in its route.
The girl shook her head. "I haven't. I suppose each of us has appeared in a different place, with a different purpose."
